Chapter 17: Out Too Soon

Because I’m quite literally acting like a 14-year-old again, I read and re-read the messages Eileen and I sent earlier this morning:

‘Morning, Lily. Sleep alright?’

‘As well as I possibly can when my roommate decides to drop every single pan on the floor at 6 AM.’

‘Ah, the joy of having roommates. Definitely don’t miss those days.’

‘It’s honestly so aggravating sometimes. Love them, but god I want to murder them both some days.’

‘I can definitely help with that if it ever comes down to it.’

‘EILEEN!’

‘Kidding! Kidding. Mostly…’

I chuckle at the string of sweating emojis attached to that message. She doesn’t use emojis often, but when she does, it’s like a cat sat on her keyboard with seventeen different ones all in a row.

‘Let’s just stick to criminal blood for the time being, okay?’

‘You got it, dear.’

‘Did you ever decide on a place for tonight, by the way?’

‘I did. I’ll send you the restaurant address in a second. 6 PM still works for you?’